Ling Sirui's parents in class two of the third year are a bit strange

"It's just too exhausting."

Ling Xu hugged Hao Ke and ran back to the location of the aftermath team. It happened that the scene had not been cleaned up yet, and the doctor of the aftercare team was still there, so he asked him to show Hao Ke.

The doctor took a look at Hao Ke's eyelids, took the stethoscope off his ears, and told Ling Xu that there was no need to worry.

Of course, according to the doctors of the Bureau of Demon Control, as long as there is no permanent irreversible trauma, there is no need to worry.

"What should we do now?" Ling Xu asked.

"What should I do? Just get a good night's sleep." The doctor was somewhat puzzled by Ling Xu's nervousness.

"No time to sleep." Ling Xu explained, "He's very busy with work."

"Who is not busy at work? Don't sleep if you are not busy at work. You have to be responsible for your own body." The doctor immediately became excited when he talked about this. Money is for life, why bother, isn’t it, money is always endless, take your time, health is the greatest wealth..."

Ling Xu listened to a lot of sermons, and didn't know which ones were useful, so he had to try his best to memorize the doctor's orders, so that he could recite them to Hao Ke when he saw him later.

When Lu Kun, the head of the security brigade, sensed the scene, he saw Ling Xu standing in the middle of the road with a man in his arms, listening to the talkative doctor in Bai Qing's group without any annoyance.

It's strange, why did Ling Xu get annoyed when Lu Kun said a few words to Ling Xu, is this some kind of differential treatment?

Lu Kun strode forward and asked, "Where's the monster?"

The staff in the aftermath team looked at each other, and they felt that something was missing.

It turned out that the monster had disappeared!

"Broken." Ling Xu replied.

"Broken???" Lu Kun clutched his chest, "Then there are always pieces, right?"

"Fly." Ling Xu said again.

fly! !You listen to this rhetoric! !

"I didn't eat." Ling Xu immediately distanced himself from the relationship.

Lu Kun's already dark face darkened a bit: "Do you think I don't have to write a report if you haven't eaten it?"

"We have a record based on the description of the person involved," Bai Qing said, "I can lend it to you for reference. It should be a monster formed from resentment, without substance, and the external representation is a 3.12-meter-high slender ghost. The beak is capable of producing a large number of teeth."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Team Leader Bai." Lu Kun was very grateful, Team Leader Bai is really kind.

However, this does not mean that Lu Kun will let Ling Xu go!

"Ling Xu, let me tell you, next time you do this again, you will write the report one by one." Lu Kun said, turning his head, and suddenly found that there was no one on the other side.

Ling Xu slipped away at the speed of a devil.

"Damn it, this kid ran away!" Lu Kun slapped his thigh fiercely.

In the unlit apartment, a window was open, and the night wind blew up the white gauze curtains, and the light texture floated in waves in the air.

On the second floor of the duplex, in front of the bed, the tall man had to bend over so as not to touch the ceiling.

Ling Xu carefully put Hao Ke into the bed.

Hao is a human being who is very particular about cleanliness and order, and he absolutely cannot tolerate wearing shoes to bed. Therefore, Ling Xu hesitated for a moment, reached out to untie the straps of the white sneakers, and held them in his hands as if he were treating some very delicate animal. The upper of the shoe, and slowly let Hao Ke's foot out.

Hao Ke was wearing a pair of white cotton socks, and when he took off his shoes, the hem of the socks was pulled down, revealing his stretched ankles.

Ling Xu paused again, supported Hao Ke's calf, took off the socks for him, released the whole foot comfortably, and put it on the quilt.

The doctor's rambling voice still rings in my ears:

"Try not to restrain your body when you sleep, so that you can have a good quality sleep. I suggest that you can sleep naked, but some people who are more conservative in this regard should not force it. Psychological comfort and relaxation are also very important..."

Ling Xu looked at Hao Ke's clothes, a white and soft neck was exposed from the collar of the shirt, and his head was drooping back towards the pillow.

Do you want to take it off?

Ling Xu has lost the courage to pull off Hao Ke's shirt without hesitation.

He fell into deep thought, thought for a moment, and decided not to take it off. Considering that he didn't understand Hao Ke's sleeping habits, he decided to keep it as it was, and then pulled off the quilt and covered Hao Ke.

When he got out of the apartment from the window, Ling Xu was thinking, in order to improve the user experience in the future, whether he should get closer to Hao Ke, at least figure out which clothes Hao Ke wears when he sleeps.

Well, it is true.

The tall man cast a concealment spell in the air, then landed on the hexagonal brick floor below the apartment building, crossed the street, and left the scene.

Hao Ke has not had such a comfortable sleep for a long time.

These days, he is always anxious in his dreams that he won't be able to finish his work, buy a house, or repay his loan, and sometimes he will wake up in the middle of the night.

However, today, he had an exceptionally sound sleep, he fell asleep on the bed without even taking off his clothes!

The next morning, Hao Ke woke up in a gentle twilight. He thought he had not turned off the light, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was dawn outside.

Its daybreak!

In December, the dawn in S City was relatively late, and Hao Ke hadn't woken up at dawn for a long time, so that he had a subtle illusion that he didn't know where he was and when.

"Hmm..." He sat up from the soft quilt, stretched his waist, yawned big, and looked at the alarm clock with teary eyes.

7:20! ! !

Hao Ke was stunned.

Here, morning reading starts in 10 minutes!

He turned over, staggered out of bed, looked around for his mobile phone, and finally found it in the briefcase under the bed.

He took out his mobile phone and hurriedly called Miss Shu, saying that he was going to be late, and asked Miss Shu to do the morning reading first.

Damn, it's a small error to sleep for half an hour, and it's dawn this time, but what John Locke said is "a big mistake"!

Hao Ke finished washing, put on new clothes, and when he rushed out of the apartment building, the sun was shining on the street. Among the crowds coming and going, he strode fast, feeling full of strength all over his body.

Seeing such a busy morning scene, the anxiety in Hao Ke's heart was soothed, and he seemed to be full of positive energy again, becoming that teacher Hao full of fighting spirit.

Sure enough, it was still due to lack of sleep!

noon of the same day.

In S City, in a building that looked like it was in the 80s and [-]s of the last century, the office with the sign "Editorial Director of "Metropolis Daily"" was filled with smoke.

Lou Wensheng stood against the wall, timidly afraid to go in.

The bearded man behind the desk took another puff of his cigarette, and beckoned to Lou Wensheng: "Come here."

Trembling, Lou Wensheng came across the desk of the bearded director.

"Why you're late, tell me. Anyway, the newspaper is not good, so you can't delay anything. I'll let you make up the reason." The bearded director leaned back on the boss's chair, rolled his eyes, and looked at Lou Wensheng.

"I..." Lou Wensheng swallowed, "I was staying with an insider last night, and the result, the result..."

"What's the result? What big news did you find?" the bearded director sneered.

"No, I didn't meet anyone, and I wasn't in a good mood, so... I went back and drank some wine. I didn't expect the alcohol to be so strong, and I, I overslept..." Lou Wensheng lowered his head.

"Hey, today's reason is so simple, don't we, reporter Lou Da, always dare to think about it? Do you want to think about it again?" The bearded director sneered.

"I..." Lou Wensheng was silent for a while.

Just when the bearded director thought he was at the end of his rope, he was about to ask him to write a [-]-word record of the incident, and then circulated a criticism to deduct wages.

Lou Wensheng raised his head suddenly, and approached the bearded director mysteriously: "I do have a bold idea!"

The bearded director paused shaking his hands.

"I think my memory has been modified," Lou Wensheng put his hands on the desk, leaned forward, deliberately lowered his voice, and said nervously, "I know, you will think this is outrageous, but after my careful reasoning , things can only be explained by my memory being modified."

"..."

"I'm investigating a case recently, and it's very involved, so I can't tell anyone what case I'm investigating. It's also to protect the safety of ordinary people like you. Knowing too much is not a good thing." Lou Wensheng said seriously, "Last night, I I stayed at the gate of an elementary school with the suspect's related person, trying to find the suspect through the related person. I was sure that I squatted very late, and I returned home very late, but I didn't find the related person. This is unreasonable. .”

"..."

"Also, a crucial piece of evidence, I found a kind of red mud on my shoes. That kind of mud is only found in the flower beds in the streets around the elementary school. It is mixed with red brick powder, so it appears red. , I followed a related person well, why did I step into the flower bed?"

Speaking of this, Lou Wensheng's face was almost pressed against the face of the bearded director, and the cigarette in the bearded man's hand "clicked" and a piece of ash fell off.

"Moreover, what's even more frightening is that part of the red mud has been artificially rubbed off, and now only the red powder that is difficult to clean out remains in the cracks of my soles. Why would someone clean my soles? Would they not take it by the way? Cleared my memory? What did I see last night? Is it related to the case I was following??"

The more Lou Wensheng thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, with a distorted expression on his face.

At this time, a fat hand pressed on Lou Wensheng's face.

The bearded director pressed Lou Wensheng's face and pushed him out violently.

"Deduct 1000 from salary, notify me of criticism, and write a 2-word reason for being late to me."

Lou Wensheng became emotional immediately: "Director, you can deduct my money, but you have to believe in my character, what I'm telling is the truth, not a single lie!"

"Say one more word, add 1 words." The bearded director slammed the cigarette into the ashtray, "Also, have you been busy lately? You have been doing things that are not famous. There is a new building next week. Opening, you go follow the scene."

"Oh..." Lou Wensheng didn't dare to say more, and left the director's office in despair.

After going out, he spat hard at the sign on the door: "I'm bah!"

He is a serious reporter, so he won't give real estate developers a bad foot!

After a week.

The new houses in Wutongshuwan were opened and the lottery was full of people, and the team lined up all the way to the garden.

Lou Wensheng shaved his beard, changed into a suit, held a camera, looked very professional, and followed the staff into the back door.